Rosewater Oasis Killed him, took his name, and I got new glasses.

samir turns to him. there is no amusement in the pharaoh's expression. nothing but a distant premonition of grief, a man who has mourned and come to acceptance. he straightens, his chin lifting as he speaks, his words flowing like the nile.

i am samirseti, he begins, the dark plumage of his neck lilting as chin presses to, pharaoh of vahanet, god-made, the living sun, nephew of muat-riya isetnofret toula, goddess of the red serpent, morning and evening star. blood kin to semer-wati rashepses, god of the red serpent, divine consort of Her light.

his gilded gaze burns into nokht. you stand before the chosen of the gods. if you wish to live, boy, you will come. you will believe.

and again, he is walking. a black panther kissing the horizon of gold, bathed in the light of His radiance, the chosen of Ra who lives above and gazes down below.